Through tears, one day, I asked God why he wasn’t giving me the friends I wanted.
He responded to my pettiness in a way that only He could.
“I want to be your friend first. Be my friend.”
rooted in Jesus
Through tears, one day, I asked God why he wasn’t giving me the friends I wanted.
He responded to my pettiness in a way that only He could.
“I want to be your friend first. Be my friend.”
I’ve been making my way through the book of Romans for the past month, and have been equally mystified at the power and glory of God, and saddened by reading Paul’s instructions to life a full “Christian Life.” This season in our culture feels so divided, so angry, and so anti-Biblical, it’s been hard for…
When I look back on the past four years, I see the mountains and I see the valleys. I see the job changes and financial struggles. I see my marriage being molded and shaped. I see family, diagnoses, weddings, babies. I see change in culture, politics, technology. I see the highest of highs, the birth of…
Now that Judah is two months old, I wanted to share my story of labor and delivery and everything that led up to it, if only to encourage another mama to pray specifically and believe God for joy. Before we even conceived, I was given the book Supernatural Childbirth by Terry & Jackie Mize. The…
Judah, When I found out I was pregnant with you, I was home alone and shocked. I had bought the test as a “just in case” or “just to ease my mind.” I had only started feeling weird that morning after all. So along with the rotisserie chicken and sweet potatoes I had bought for…
When I was a kid, I was both terrible and fantastic at the game hide-and-go-seek. I was tiny enough to fit in the most compact of spaces, patient enough to wait, but the same thing would always happen; just before I was about to win the game, I would run from my hiding place…. because…